Chapter One- What does promise mean anyways? Rachel
I couldn't do it. I mean, I promised my dad. I didn't swear on the river of Styx, of course… but still, he's mortal, when you're a mortal it means the same thing… But less serious I guess.
How would I do it? I couldn't be an Oracle and be at Clarion Ladies Academy at the same time, and being the new Oracle was a full-timer kind of thing. When they asked me if I wanted to do it, I couldn't help but see Percy's concerned face… I got excited and thought he was distraught because of this new job I couldn't be… His… Girlfriend. I later found out that he was just concerned because of what happened to May Callestan, Lukes' mom.
I mean sure… I guess it's nice he thought of me… and he was concerned for my mental well-being, but… whatever. He has Annabeth and I have Oracle business. That's what I tell myself to feel better.
I would have to tell my dad the truth. I mean for crying out loud, I am an Oracle couldn't I just predict it? I mean being the new oracle is awesome; I can go wherever I want, party with the gods, I have immortality, and I can paint all day long. I had lost a lot of sleep on this subject, and I decided to tell him… That I… Okay fine, I didn't quite get to that part yet. But I had to think of something! I would be there in thirty minutes. Half an Hour. Oh sure, I can snap my fingers and be there, but I had to have time to think, so I took (cringe) a limo. Chiron, Camp Half-Blood's very own centaur/teacher said I could put off being the Oracle until next summer, but Mr. D said I couldn't, that Chiron was high on ambrosia and nectar (is that even possible?) and on the other hand; since Percy made his request that every god identifies their child right away which means that the population of half-bloods has tripled in the last few months, more half-bloods equals more quests, which equals more prophecies for quests, so that means I was needed ASAP. I took my drawing pad/notebook out of my bag, and looked at the page,
Hey Dad, Sorry! I can't go.
Listen, I can see monsters So I have to
I can't go to Clarion Ladies Academy, Because
I slammed the book shut and shoved it into my bag, I started doing things like tapping the seat and humming quickly
"Miss. Dare?" My head shot up. "Yes, Robert?" I tried not to look out the window. "We are here." I gave up, and peered out the window, only to see my fathers large building, cold and cement, picture New York, minus all the magic, and the lights, and then you get my fathers building. "Thank you, Robert."
I opened the limousine door and took a step outside. I was wearing a gray skirt; recently dry cleaned and a white collared shirt, tucked in. I felt like his dream daughter, brainless and tasteless. I had hoped that dressing like this would help him adjust to my broken promise.
I opened the doors.
Walked down the hall.
Pressed the buttons on the elevator.
I stared at the door in front of me. M. Dare, CEO. I knocked three times. Please answer, please answer... ThChapter One- What does promise mean anyways? Rachel
I couldn't do it. I mean, I promised my dad. I didn't swear on the river of Styx, of course… but still, he's mortal, when you're a mortal it means the same thing… But less serious I guess.
How would I do it? I couldn't be an Oracle and be at Clarion Ladies Academy at the same time, and being the new Oracle was a full-timer kind of thing. When they asked me if I wanted to do it, I couldn't help but see Percy's concerned face… I got excited and thought he was distraught because of this new job I couldn't be… His… girlfriend. I later found out that he was just concerned because of what happened to May Callestan, Luke's mom.
I mean sure… I guess it's nice he thought of me… and he was concerned for my mental well-being, but… whatever. He has Annabeth and I have Oracle business. That's what I tell myself to feel better.
I would have to tell my dad the truth. I mean for crying out loud, I am an Oracle couldn't I just predict it? I mean being the new oracle is awesome; I can go wherever I want, party with the gods, I have immortality, and I can paint all day long. I had lost a lot of sleep on this subject, and I decided to tell him… That I… Okay fine, I didn't quite get to that part yet. But I had to think of something! I would be there in thirty minutes. Half an Hour. Oh sure, I can snap my fingers and be there, but I had to have time to think, so I took (cringe) a limo. Chiron, Camp Half-Blood's very own centaur/teacher said I could put off being the Oracle until next summer, but Mr. D said I couldn't, that Chiron was high on ambrosia and nectar (is that even possible?) and on the other hand; since Percy made his request that every god identifies their child right away which means that the population of half-bloods has tripled in the last few months, more half-bloods equals more quests, which equals more prophecies for quests, so that means I was needed ASAP. I took my drawing pad/notebook out of my bag, and looked at the page,
Hey Dad, Sorry! I can't go.
Listen, I can see monsters So I have to
I can't go to Clarion Ladies Academy, Because
I slammed the book shut and shoved it into my bag, I started doing things like tapping the seat and humming quickly
"Miss. Dare?" My head shot up. "Yes, Robert?" I tried not to look out the window. "We are here." I gave up, and peered out the window, only to see my fathers large building, cold and cement, picture New York, minus all the magic, and the lights, and then you get my fathers building. "Thank you, Robert."
I opened the limousine door and took a step outside. I was wearing a gray skirt; recently dry cleaned and a white collared shirt, tucked in. I felt like his dream daughter, brainless and tasteless. I had hoped that dressing like this would help him adjust to my broken promise.
I opened the doors.
Walked down the hall.
Pressed the buttons on the elevator.
I stared at the door in front of me. M. Dare CEO I knocked three times, please answer, please answer The door creaked open "Oh, Hello, Rachel." My dad smiled an Why the heck are you here? Kind of smile.
"Hi dad." I bit my lip. I looked at the poster behind him, in his office. It read Work at Dare Enterprises! Get a scholarship! Perfect! "Why, might I ask, are you here?" He smiled "I have something to tell you…" His smile faded. "My art teacher at Goode High managed to get me an art scholarship at… at…" Come on! Be creative! "Chiron School of Arts." CRAP! Chiron school of arts? That'll give the gods a hoot. "Yes, but Rachel, I do recall you making a promise to me… I had thought I raised you better than to break promises like that." My nanny raised me better than that, you mean. "Yes, dad, I know I made a promise but this school has… everything I need! It's highly prestigious!" His eyebrow raised "Fine. Fine Rachel." He shook his head, and closed the door.
End of Chapter one.
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e door creaked open "Oh, Hello, Rachel." My dad smiled a Why-the-heck-are-you-here? kind of smile.
"Hi dad." I bit my lip. I looked at the poster behind him, in his office. It read Work at Dare Enterprises! Get a scholarship! Perfect!
"Why, might I ask, are you here?" He smiled.
"I have something to tell you…" His smile faded. "My art teacher at Goode High managed to get me an art scholarship at… at…" Come on! Be creative! "Chiron School of Fine Arts." CRAP! Chiron School of Fine Arts? That'll give the gods a hoot.
"Yes, but Rachel, I do recall you making a promise to me… I had thought I raised you better than to break promises like that." My nanny raised me better than that, you mean.
"Yes, dad, I know I made a promise but this school has… everything I need! It's highly prestigious!" His eyebrow raised. "Fine. Fine Rachel." He shook his head, and closed the door.
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